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Date: Sat, 4 Mar 1995 18:06:28 UTC
Subject: Midwest raunch (M/M, W/S, scat)
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Here is a story I co-wrote with a cute guy via e-mail We'd take
turns writing pieces then leaving off at an "interesting" point.
Doing this is a lot of fun and makes for excellent one-handed
reading. ;)
It is a male-male story and is most definitely on the raunchy
side. If this is not your thing, read no further.
* * *
Midwest Raunch
(Paul)
When we are together, my tongue will be all over you, every
salty inch. Which end should I start at? Your nose or your
toes? I will gently lick your face, your shut eyes, the tip of
your nose, your cheeks, your sweet lips. We will kiss. I
_love_ to kiss...damn good at it too, so I've been told. I
will lick your ears, chin, neck. I will also nibble at your
neck, planting gentle kisses...but I will be drawn to your
studly pits, full and ripe with scent, the raw scent of sex. I
pity straight men...nothing is hotter than sex with another
hot, horny, Grade-A, stinking male in his prime. I will plunge
into your stinking pits, licking, eating them out as if I were
starving. Your scent will transfer to my beard. I will carry
your scent with me later as a reminder.
Our rods will be hard enough to drive nails; both of us forming
one big pool of precum on your belly as my shaft glides next to
yours. I will instinctively begin to belly-hump you, sliding
around in our sweat, precum.
We will lose track of how long I spend servicing your pits.
Eventually, they will be clean. I will lick your biceps,
triceps, elbows, forearms, and your beautiful, strong, masculine
hands, suck your fingers. Although I am hotter for feet, I
certainly love a nice pair of manly hands too. I will move back
up, working your pecs, teasing you by purposely avoiding your
nipples. I will then gently brush them with my mustache. It
will tingle. I will then plant my lips on them, kissing,
sucking...finally my tongue. I can be as gentle or rough as you
like...tell me. Talk dirty to me while I am servicing your
body. You are so hot. You are also caressing me. Your touch
inspires me to continue.
Hours pass. I move down your muscular belly, grazing your
treasure trail. My tongue encounters the ever-growing pool of
precum. It is sweet. I lick your cock-head. I feel an intense
wave sweep over your body. You are ready to explode. I coat
your cock with spit.
(Chris)
My hands are running through your hair, stroking the back of
your neck as you torture my shaft with your tongue. You graze
your beard up and down my cock mixing hair with spit and
tickling my rod beyond comprehension. You move down to my
tightly drawn balls. They are held captive by the tight
ballsac, ready for you find them under their furry coat, to
probe with your tongue until you find the stiff, spongy treat
inside. You are face down over me, head away, almost in a 69
position, licking my pubes and sniffing the hot, musky stench
that wafts from my unwashed asshole. You are rubbing your cock
back and forth on my upper chest, tickling my nipples with your
hairy balls. I am caressing your ass and lower back pushing
your cock down onto me in its pool of precum. My left hand
circles your hole. Each finger looking for a place to rest,
dark and warm. I make several passes, fingers through your
crack. You moan and I feel your hot breath on my pubes. I
spread your cheeks and spit at your hole, coating it in a sweet
layer of slippery drool. I ease first one finger against your
puckering ass. You are ready and you are grinding your crotch
against me begging for me to have mercy. I say nothing. I
move out from under, you leaving you prone, face down. You
cannot see me, you cannot feel me against your skin. You are
grinding your crotch into the sheet out of anxiety and
pleasure.
The slight chill in the air is pierced by the sizzling heat of
my piss as it cascades onto your back. You cry out but you
cannot move, you are not allowed to. I aim at your asshole and
wash off my spit with the sweet golden cocktail that I have
held in for hours just for you. I pull at your hips, pull you
onto all fours and I lay into your ass with my fingers.
Probing the depths of that hot stinking pit between your
asscheeks. I am working my fingers in and out, stretching you
out until you relax only to add another finger, and then
another. You are writhing and I have found your prostate
hiding around the bend. I push on it and you feel like you are
going to piss and cum at the same time. I massage it gently
and caress and your back, and your thighs and your calves and
the soles of your feet, tickling you for a momentary relief
from the pressure in your ass. I am going to work my hand
inside, I am going to. There is resistance as my hand slides
into the depths. Your hole closes in around my wrist and it
feels like your are going to cut my hand off. I pause and
allow you to get used to the new sensation inside of you.
There is shit and I am squishing it around between my fingers.
You can take it no longer and you cum while I am stroking your
balls and your shaft. For now you are relieved and finished,
but I am not yet done...
(Paul)
I feel so full, unbelievably full from your hand and from the
load of shit inside me, but it is a wild sensation. Although
this experience is alien to me, I am not afraid; I know you are
gentle. Your work your hand in there, then sliding it back out
some, then back in, all the while wiggling your fingers. The
silence is broken by moans from me. Shit is oozing out of my
ass as a golden brown paste, some falling to the sheets; your
hand is covered with it. The stench in the room is
intoxicating: a bouquet of sweat, cum, piss, and shit--the
smells of primal sex. It makes us high.
You are so turned on at the control you are exercising,
controlling my pleasure. Your cock is hard as steel, richly
engorged with blood, oozing precum. You are ready to mate; I am
ready to be bred. You gently work your hand out of my shitty
ass. You pull more shit-paste out as you do so. You marvel at
your brown hand knowing where is has been, deep inside another
man's ass, inside his being. I look back at you as you grab
your cock with it, lubing it with shit in preparation. Your
cock now looks as through is belongs to a black man. You get
closer to me on your knees, mounting me, grasping me on my
shoulders, smearing shit onto my body from your hand...I do not
care. My mind is focused on my hole, anxiously awaiting your
manhood. You poke at my ass and soon find the entrance. You
thrust into my streched hole up to you balls. "Ohh!" I cry: my
fantasy being fulfilled, to be penetrated, invaded by another
man, to be used as a piece of fuck-meat for his sexual
gratification. I celebrate my depravity. You begin to thrust,
slowly at first, letting me savor every inch of your mighty rod
as it slides into and out of me. Slowly you fuck me; we have
forever. My cock has returned to being erect. You reach under
me with your hand, hugging me, grasping my cock, stroking me in
lock step with your thrusts. Your thrusts are becoming closer
together. Sweat is dripping off you onto my piss-coated back.
You recognize your body's signs--you are close to satisfying
your intrinsic desire to spread your seed, honoring that ancient
force. You begin to utter, groan. You are on the verge of
ejaculation. You thrust, thrust, then stop: sperm rips through
your cock as you cry out, flooding my bowels. You continue to
jerk my cock. The knowledge that you are sperming my ass is too
intense: I being to shoot onto the piss-soaked and shit-stained
sheets below. We both continue to spurt and spurt. Eventually,
the waves of ecstasy subside. I lower myself onto the bed
taking you with me. We collapse: me on the bed, you on me. You
are still inside me; it feels good. We lay there for many
minutes, piles of sweaty flesh laying in excrement. We are not
through, however. I must keep my promise of bathing the
remainer of your body with my tongue, especially your suculent
ass and manly feet. It will be a break from the furious pace of
fucking as we cool down...
(Chris)
Our faces are flush with sweat and the rosiness of sex.
Breathing is deep and primal. I sit up on the edge of the bed,
my feet dangling over the edge. I order you to kneel on the
floor and worship me starting from the ground up. Your tongue
is yearning to feel the soft undersides of my feet. You take
the left one first. You start behind the ball of my foot,
slowly licking the arch, and then moving up toward my toes.
The musky smell of my feet fills your head in an ecstatic rush.
Each toe is begging for attention and you lovingly suckle each
and every one. Your hands cup my foot and lightly massage it
as you nibble on my ankle. I am in bliss. You are delivering
such incredible sensations and I don't want you to stop. My
left foot is clean and damp from your tongue and mouth and your
attention turns to my other foot for a command performance.
The stimulation has given me another raging hardon. You are
beginning to get hard too. You are moving up my body. Every
hair on my legs has been explored. My calves have been licked
and caressed; my knees, my thighs have all enjoyed the warm
friction of your tongue lapping every inch. I command you to
stop... for a moment and you must obey. "On your back, on the
floor," I instruct you. You are getting very hard again. You
lay on the floor on your back and i stand over you. You can
only guess what I will do next. I step on your face, lightly
at first. You lap the bottom of my foot, feeling the gentle
roughness of my sole. "Close your eyes." You do. I run my toes
across your face, around your chin, to your adam's apple and
then a little further. I rub my foot on the patch of hair on
your chest and taunt your nipples with my big toe. I am gently
circling, an ever growing circuit that soon encompasses your
navel. My toes caress your stomach. Your eyes are still
closed and your dick is throbbing, bobbing up and down in time
with your heart. I play with it, teasing your rod with my
toes. I fondle your balls, gently squeezing them between my
toes. You are groaning with delight. Suddenly you smell
something. Dark and musky, definitely shit like. I have
fooled you, for my hand has replace my toes in caressing your
balls and I am straddling your face. You are going to eat out
my shit hole. I am stroking your balls and rubbing your
stomach as I lower my ass onto your face. Your tongue is
straining for the heat, the sweaty pink depths of my ass. And
now, your tongue meets my tasty shit-snatch...
(Paul)
My nostrils are assaulted with the pungent fragrance of your
unwashed anus: dank sweat and dried shit. The depths of your
crack have soft, baby-fine hair, matted and streaked. Oh! A
fantasy-perfect hot, male shit-hole in all its vile glory. I
hunger for this delicacy: I begin to feed.
I outstrech my warm, dripping tongue and tease the lower-valley
of your crack with it. My rod aches because it is so hard, so
engorged with blood. I am so turned-on at the thought of you
sitting on my face to have your ass serviced, to have such an
intimate part of you from which you have expelled shit many
times so carefully and lovingly cleaned by a slave's tongue:
assholes were meant to be cleaned by tongues.
I push my tongue in deeper, the tip of it finally meeting your
puckered rectal opening. Your ass-lips twitch: "Oh!" you cry
as a wave of sheer delight runs up your spinal column. I reach
around you and being to play with your shitty cock as I
continue to lick you; you are still playing with mine. Again
my tongue meets your flesh, this time pushing into you; you
relax, letting me inside. How funky your shit-hole tastes:
salty, bitter...delicious. I must have more. If I could
manage to get my entire head up your ass and lick you from the
inside, I would...I was sure going to try. I wrapped my left
arm around your abdomen, pulling you tighter against my face.
I continue to lick and probe, deeply. I get my tongue into you
and wiggle it, twitching it--you are in ecstacy. I am close to
coming, but I remove your hand from my cock...I don't want to
come yet. I want to both pleasure you and savor your asshole
longer.
I continue to lick, probe. You fart; I don't care. I have
found heaven and I and not budging. Then I feel it. My tongue
presses into something firm yet soft: you have a turd in you!
Memories of perverse fantasies I've had and jerked-off to many
times flood my mind. I push on your ass with my hands, lifting
you off of me. "Oh, man...shit on me! Do it!" I beg. You say
nothing, as if you expected this scene to unfold. I can not
see your face, but you are smiling. So many times I have
fantacized about having my body used as a toilet--the ultimite
trip into perversion, to be defecated on. You grunt, push a
bit as I support your ass with the heels of my hands. My eyes
are locked onto your anus. The anticipation and excitement are
excruciating. I see you begin to open and this dark brown mass
begins to emerge from the center of pink, hairy flesh around
it. An awesome sight. This is the height of intimacy: sharing
your bolidy waste, something very private. The turd continues
outward, sliding sexily and slowly toward me: it is beautiful,
perfect, smooth. The tip touches me--it is warm. About 10
inches are hanging out of you now, then your sphincter pinches
it off and your turd drops to my belly, warm and steaming,
fresh from your guts. "Gimme your ass, man!" I cry. You lower
yourself again onto my face, my mission clear: to clean you. I
dive in: your newly shit-streaked ass is even more perfect than
before. I tongue your, licking furiously, licking your shit.
Both of us are jerking our cocks madly. I grope for your shit
on my belly, break off a piece, and smear it onto my cock: the
ultimate lube. The though of a guy cleaning your shitty ass is
too much for you: "Ugh!" you cry as your begin to spew your
sticky load into the air, some landing on my shit-covered cock.
This pushes me over the edge: I join you in offering seed to
the gods of perversion and depravity. I struggle to breathe
under you as our bodies continue to spasm in glorious throws of
ejaculation.
After the final spurts, you dismount and lay next to me on the
floor. We are incredibly sweaty, both piss- and shit-stained.
No matter: it was all for raw, primal, disgusting sex...the way
sex should always be. You rest your head on my upper body. I
touch you. We lay there regardless of everything to bask in the
afterglow, more satisfied than ever before.
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